The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Empress Xie understood what Xie Beihan meant, and stared at him fiercely:
"Okay, now you have a daughter-in-law and forgot your aunt, how good she is, you have to protect her like this!"

"Your biological mother died early, and it was Bengong who protected you, so the He family would not dare to treat you badly! Have you forgotten all of this?!"

"Xie Beihan, you really are a white-eyed wolf! I really regret loving and protecting you!"

Since Ye Chengyan's death, Xie Beihan has been listening to his aunt say these words, and he felt uncomfortable at first, but after hearing too much, he didn't care much.

His eyes also turned cold: "Auntie, you need money and people to do good deeds, and I will give it to you without saying a word. I am worthy of you, my cousin and father. But if you dare to touch Yunxi's dowry, I will give it to you." I will never recognize you as an aunt again."

Empress Xie looked at him in disbelief.

After all, Xie Beihan has always looked unreliable.

But when she looked at his face carefully, she found an unprecedented determination on Xie Beihan's face.

Xie Beihan has grown up.

Having lost his younger brother and father, he has grown up completely and supported the entire Zhenbeihou Mansion.

He is no longer the boy who is easily coaxed and gets into trouble from time to time.

"But I...can't ignore Yan'er..." Empress Xie murmured.

Xie Beihan said: "If my aunt wants to ask the god of the underworld for mercy, I will find a portrait of him and hang it in your room. You should worship it first."

As for the construction of the temple, I will talk about it later.

Now that Empress Xie has no power and no money, she can do nothing but nod her head and repeatedly said, "Then you have to hurry up."

Xie Beihan asked Fan Yunqian and Empress Xie to go back to the mansion first, while he went to find the portrait of the god of the underworld.

Naturally, the first question was to ask three Ming.

When they practice Taoism, they either enshrine their own patriarchs or the Sanqing Daoist.

Of course they didn't.

Moreover, the god of the underworld is in charge of the underworld. Begging the old man, he either curses people to die or curses himself to die, so few people will worship it in history, not to mention temples, and there are even very few portraits handed down from generation to generation.

Xie Beihan had no choice but to order someone to go to the black market to take a look.

He returned to Zhenbeihou Mansion, thought for a moment, and went to Fan Yunqian's yard.

The room is bright, but the door is closed.

The servant girl stood guard at the door, and when she saw Xie Beihan, she said, "Master Hou, Madam said that she is not feeling well. If you have something to do, we can talk about it in two days."

Xie Beihan frowned, and wanted to push the door open, but the maid didn't dare to stop him.

But when he stretched out his hand, he still held back.

He had already frightened her that night, and he couldn't be so rude anymore.

Although he knew that Fan Yunqian just didn't want to see him, he still raised his voice and said, "If you feel unwell, order the servant girl to bring a post to the palace to invite the imperial physician. Don't procrastinate and delay your illness."

After a while, Fan Yunqian's voice came from inside: "Understood, thank you Lord Hou for your concern."

Cool and detached.

Xie Beihan pursed his lips and stopped for a while before leaving.

The maid just opened the door and went in, seeing Fan Yunqian still sitting on the round stool, she couldn't hide the sadness on her face.

"Ma'am, you should see Master Hou." The servant girl said, "Everything between husband and wife must be made clear in person."

Fan Yunqian shook her head lightly, "Do I still want to humiliate myself? The person in his heart is Princess Nine, so it's normal for me."

She just forced it, and married in before the old Hou Ye passed away.

The servant girl was startled.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room, so she was relieved, but lowered her voice: "But now the Ninth Prince and the Ninth Concubine are a match made in heaven, even if the Marquis has the Ninth Concubine in his heart, so what, now you and the Marquis The house has been consummated, and in time, you will surely occupy a place in Lord Hou's heart."

Fan Yunqian raised her head, the candlelight was dim, but she could clearly see that her eyes were a little red.

She said: "It's just that the empress blamed him. He was bored and drunk, so he had sex with me in a daze. It's nothing."

The servant girl didn't know how to persuade her.

Fan Yunqian wiped the corners of her eyes, "Forget it, I don't want to be offended by this either, I'll talk about reconciliation with him tomorrow."

"lady……"

Fan Yunqian made up her mind: "Stop talking, he doesn't like me, I don't want us to become a bitter couple in the future."

Standing beside him, watching him like others, it feels like a knife is piercing my heart.

It's better to stay away from him as soon as possible.

She murmured again: "Just don't see you again in the future..."

Little did they know, tonight she was a prophecy.

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Empress Xie was still thinking about offering sacrifices to the god of the underworld before going to bed.

In the past, when she thought about her son, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

But not long after she closed her eyes tonight, she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Mammy went to see it and was relieved.

But Empress Xie was actually trapped in a nightmare, with beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

She was in the dark and couldn't see her fingers clearly.

Suddenly, there is a glowing fire that lights up.

A tall and strong ghost appeared, with a blue face and long fangs, wearing a black floor-length robe and a necklace made of human bones around his neck.

His skin was terribly white, but his nails were black, and he was playing with the skull in his hands.

When he raised his eyes, the breath of death seemed to spread.

Empress Xie was frightened and froze all over, she couldn't move her feet at all, and couldn't even open her mouth to shout.

But the ghost said: "You summoned me, what do you want to ask for?"

When Empress Xie heard this, she immediately thought of something, and stammered: "You...you are the god of the underworld?!"

The ghost smiled lightly, shook the skull in his hand, and said, "Exactly."

"God of the Underworld!" Empress Xie immediately knelt down, with a pious expression, clasped her hands together, and told her son's suffering, begging the God of the Underworld to forgive her, let her son leave the endless hell, and send him to reincarnation.

The ghost image swayed to her in an instant: "What are you offering?"

"I'll burn whatever paper money the god of the underworld wants for you!" Empress Xie said, "I can also build a temple for you, dedicated to you!"

Ghost Shadow shook his head and said, "No, I don't want paper money, let alone any temples."

"Then... what does the Underworld God want?"

"I want...your life." The ghost approached, and that grimace was even more frightening.

Empress Xie hardly dared to open her eyes.

For the sake of her son, she didn't hesitate: "I can sacrifice my life! Please accept it and release my son from the place of suffering!"

Gui Ying paused, but said: "But your son has committed too many crimes, and he will have to suffer in the endless hell for 300 years. Your life can only offset one year."

Empress Xie was stunned, and blurted out: "Then I enshrine three hundred people, will Yan'er be able to leave the endless hell and reincarnate?!"

Ghost Shadow stroked the skull, "That's the truth."

Empress Xie became short of breath, her eyes fluttered, and she was already thinking about how to find three hundred people to worship.

Ghost Ying knew there was something going on when he saw this, and he was a little excited: "You take the sacrifice to Ten Mile Valley in Lianzhou, where there is a temple dedicated to me, and then I will show up and teach you how to make sacrifices to save your son. .” (End of this chapter)